CH 20: Lightning Boy from Native American (Caddo) Mythology (ask if you want to know the book)
Hiding in Plain Sight
Xander had no idea what his costume was. His hair was blond (thanks Buff), his shirt baggy and he really felt no different than he usually did. Just more muted with the red shirt rather than a beloved Hawaiian.
Willow claimed the shirt came from a cousin or something.
He shrugged. He didn't look entirely Xander0ish tonight so it'd do. The anti-costume, he was dressed up, just not as a superhero.
A smirk crossed his face.
Snyder couldn't complain about his 'costume' and he still got to go around and grab candy.
Good thing that costume shop has some hair color left.
"Whoa! What the hell!"
"Xander!"
He eyed the girl running up to him, dressed like the jockubine and nearly passed out when her arms went right through him.
The day after Halloween, quite frankly, sucked.
He'd turned from one version of Joe Normal to another.
And he was putting together the pieces. Signs, explosions, hiding, 'ummm, I'm kinda busy' excuses.
He also remembered a particular bike down at his Uncle Rory's garage. He'd have to see about picking it up in the morning. It'd kill his road trip stash, but if he was right the bike was a lot more important.
And potentially a lot more fun.
~*~*~a few hundred miles away~*~*~
A male teen with dirty blonde hair bolted upright, eyes scanning his room as his mind tried to catch up.
When it did he groaned.
"Damn it, Satan's Camero. Shoulda guessed. Bro so owes me an explanation."
Hiding in plain sight. Of course. Isn't that what alien invaders always did? And the oogedy bad-guys?
Hmm, maybe he should try that guy's email in the morning. See how much of it was real.
The possibility that it all was made him more than a little bit frightened.
After all, his best bud's car was bad enough, this was a nightmare, literally.